[Coffee Klatch on the steps of the kitchen]
Last night was "one of those nights" here on the land. The pair of visitors who were having trouble integrating finally boiled themselves over. At 2:30, I awoke to a truck horn in front of my secluded cabin. Then came the drunken screaming, and the death rattle, "unsafe, unsafe!" It looks like their time here is coming to an end. Thankfully, it also looks like they realize how badly they fit in here and are willing to leave without the ugly and painful "formal eviction".
This morning, however, a group of long time community members rolled through to return dishes they'd borrowed for an event in San Francisco. Responsibility, follow through and smiling faces are welcome energies, especially today.
In a few minutes we have our weekly land meeting. I'm pretty sure our ordinary agenda will be supplemented with visitor facilitation. Ah, well!
The weaving is going well, just more of the same. That's production!
[The most I've woven in one piece: 50 yards]
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